Seeing the panic on Yves's face, Xayne frowned. "Yves, what happened?" Yves had been in charge of the Black Ice Platform for nearly twenty years. He had seen it all. If he was this shaken, it meant something catastrophic had happened. "Sefton has been captured. He's currently on a yacht in international waters. From what I've gathered, it's the private vessel of the Keil Auction House's family. The ship is crawling with top-tier fighters, rescue is going to be incredibly difficult!" "What?" Xayne's expression darkened upon hearing the news. "How did this happen? He was supposed to be in Drakonix the whole time!" Xayne asked, baffled. Yves licked his lips, looking guilty. "A while ago, we received intel on the whereabouts of several national artifacts. The Emperor originally wanted me to retrieve them, but at the time, I was dealing with your conflict with the Eastin family. So, I sent Sefton in my place and he never came back. "He was captured," Yves continued, his tone g

Yves and Xayne found a quiet corner and took their seats. Yves pointed toward a wooden case in the distance and said to Xayne, "Xonor, look over there. Inside that box, that's the Quillian Sword!"Xayne nodded slightly, but his gaze continued scanning the room. Right now, the sword wasn't his priority. He was looking for Sefton. Even after all this time, he still couldn't sense Sefton's presence. He was starting to think that Sefton was not on the yacht."Xonor, what are you looking for?" Yves asked quietly, noticing his friend's restless glances."You don't think Sefton isn't here, do you?" Xayne muttered, puzzled."He has to be. This yacht has been modified, and the Keil family has plenty of top-tier kickboxing artists. It wouldn't be surprising if they used materials to block our ability to sense people. Just be patient!" Yves reassured him in a hushed tone.Just then, a group of well-dressed men in tailored suits was ushered onto the deck. Though they all had East Asian featur

"Ridiculous!"The word sliced through the air before the old man had even finished speaking, a cold, cutting voice ringing out from the crowd.All heads snapped toward the source. Eyes widened in shock—Xayne. The audacity of those words, spoken so boldly, left the room momentarily frozen.The old man's smile vanished, his expression turning razor-sharp. His gaze locked onto Xayne like a predator sizing up its prey. When he spoke, his voice was low and edged with menace. "Are you mocking everyone here, or are you mocking the Keil family?" The moment his words landed, a suffocating pressure swept over the room. Several Bi-Divine Commanders, their presence alone enough to crush ordinary men, unleashed their oppressive aura, locking down on Xayne and his group. Foren, a simple businessman, had no way of enduring such force. With a dull thud, he collapsed from his chair, his face turning pale. Xayne barely lifted a hand, pressing lightly against Foren's shoulder. Instantly, the suffoca

"What a joke! Drakonia may have plenty of circles, but true Divine Commanders? You can count them on one hand. Drakonians will never understand the true power of formations. Pathetic Drakonian brat! Even your so-called legendary masters are nothing more than ants before me!" Omar's voice rang with scorn, his gaze locked onto Xayne with unshaken confidence. "On this very yacht, I, Omar, will crush you tonight!"Though the air was unnervingly still, his silver hair whipped around as if caught in an unseen force. His crimson cloak billowed behind him, a striking contrast against the storm-darkened sky.Thunder rumbled across the night sky, carrying an overwhelming sense of doom. His power, as vast as the ocean of stars, was almost on par with the Christy family's legendary Three Absolutes Formation. But compared to the Kulun Thunder Path, it was nothing.Everyone on the yacht watched in horror as the storm intensified, lightning splitting the heavens apart. It felt as if the massive vess

"Humiliate you? You think you're even worthy?" Xayne sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance.Without sparing Omar another glance, Xayne strode toward the main stage, his hand outstretched as he reached for the Quillian Sword.Omar, still sprawled on the ground, spat coldly, "You think just because you beat me, you can snatch it from the Keil family?"Yes, he had been thoroughly defeated. Not even a match for Xayne in the slightest. But Xayne was just a Divine Commander—still below a Radiant Commander. Anyone beneath that rank was still considered an ant. No matter how powerful Xayne was, he could never rival a Radiant Commander. Omar’s confidence stemmed from the fact that there was a Radiant Commander on the ship. Even a Senior Radiant Commander would be far beyond Xayne’s reach.Xayne’s gaze didn’t waver as he responded, "Snatch? I've already said enough. The Quillian Sword has always belonged to the Emperor of Drakonia. The Keil family is the true thief here." His voice harde